Crowdsourcing BDSM Pt. 02

According to the information in my phone, her name was "Lady Lily." I gulped, hard. She was obviously some kind of dominatrix.

I knew it was crazy to take this further, but couldn't help myself. I first made sure Tim was still out of the house, and then called her. I didn't say a word, and waited for her to speak.

"So soon, you are a glutton for punishment, and I am the perfect woman to deliver it," she said, laughing, wickedly.

"Do you want me to strap myself into the platform?" I said, breathlessly.

"No. I have far more sophisticated tech at my place. Come over, and I will introduce you to a whole new level of plain and pleasure. I just texted you the address. See you in one hour," she said, hanging up.

For a moment, I was completely frozen. I thought about calling Tim, or the police. My phone hummed, indicating a text. The address was just outside of town. Just 10 miles from here.

My moment of indecision vanished, and my lust got the better of me. I went to the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and put on my sexist lingerie. I adjusted the black lace bra, nylons, and panties, so that they fit me perfectly. Then, I brushed my long red hair, and interlaced it into two long ponytails, which hung down to my butt.

I strapped on my six-inch heels, went downstairs, retrieved my overcoat, and drove to her place. I arrived ahead of time, and pulled up to a large security gate. After being buzzed through, I drove up a long private cobblestone road, until I saw an enormous mansion. This woman was obviously quite wealthy.

I got out of car, and tugged the raincoat tight around me. Wind and rain tugged at me, as I made my up the marble steps. After ringing the doorbell, I stood there, shaking, as my heart raced with anticipation, and dread. The door opened.